----- I got Captured by Deidara -----

----- By: Terrier.Z -----

----- Chapter One: While good fortune always eludes, misfortune never misses. -----

I was struggling to retain my consciousness as I plummeted like a stone toward the vast forest beneath me. Death was inescapable now. The generic trees were becoming more and more defined as I rushed toward them. Air was screaming past me. I squeezed my eyes shut against the sting of the roaring wind and inhaled one last time. The natural aromas of the forest were faint in comparison to the overpowering scent of smoke and charred flesh- my charred flesh. Daring to peek through an eye, I could almost make out the outline of individual leaves in the tree's canopies.

Really I would have preferred a different death- who wouldn't? Maybe something more heroic, but then again, lately, there was a lot of thing I would have done differently. My heart panged at the thought of all the things I had yet to do, things I regretted, and promises unfulfilled. I never even got to say a proper goodbye to everyone. I wish I could have least done that. What an idiot I was.

A branch bare of any leaves strut wickedly into the sky- I was headed right for it. My jaw was clamped painfully shut so I wouldn't go down screaming. My mind was racing, and all my muscles were instinctively bracing for impact. The bone white branch snagged into my good arm, that I was using to shield my head, and ripped into my flesh. As the full weight of my body came down onto the branch, it cracked with a deafening sound.

A part of my mind clicked; I had done this before. I had a clear mental snap shot of that branch in my head, those smells, this. Odd last thoughts; to remember your death before it happens. Maybe I was making it up, as distraction from my painful reality. I wracked my brain for the word. Desperately searching as if the word would miraculously dispel this and prove it is just some contorted illusion. Peering through my mass of tangled hair, that was mimicking Medusa's; I caught sight of a tangle of briars- my landing zone. I was only mere feet away from my death, the mass of brambles, when I recognized the word I was searching for; Déjà vu.

Gasping I lurched upright flinging both my arms forward, in a vain attempt to ward off the oncoming branches. After a moment of agonizingly waiting to be shredded to ribbons by the bramble, I realized three things. First my wrists were bound together by a metal chain. Second were there should have been that mass of branches and thorns, there was only the night air; heavy like a thick blanket. And lastly even though my eyes were wide open I couldn't see a thing. A blindfold blocked my vision. I struggled to fully awaken and throw off the last hold my disturbing dream had on me. That dream had been over the top, though it was very unusual for me to have bizarre dreams, but still…

Something shifted in the darkness near me. I froze- my little waking up panic might have cause quite the disturbance in the peaceful night. After another agonizingly long moment of intently listening I decided that the something was a someone.

They were breathing heavily- still asleep. They were near me too, maybe an arm's length away. Whoever it was they weren't the good guy. Good guys- the heroes- don't capture and blindfold civilians. I pushed away the thought that maybe retiring from being a ninja wasn't such good idea. I tried to calm my nerves and use what little training I had acquired to help myself. I concentrated and filtered through the layers of dusty memories back to when I had been sitting in class, discussing what you should do if captured.

Analyze the situation. Hands are tied together by a chain; not likely that I'd be able to break through it. Blindfolded. Sitting in grass which means I'm no longer in the desert. It's nighttime; the lack of light filtering through my blindfold signaled that. I had been out of it for a while then.

Franticly, I searched my brain for clues on what had happened. It was morning, our caravan had been trekking across the desert; I had been lazily seated in the back of a wagon, reading. Then a strange shape had been spotted in the sky by the ninja escort.

Panic erupted. I climbed out of the wagon and stared at the clear, blue sky. A shadow swooped overhead and I instinctively crouched down and then moved under the wagon. It was probably the one good move I made that morning-it saved my life. From my vantage point I saw the blond headed figure on what looked to be a bird - summoned maybe - had thrown several objects at the caravan. I could tell they weren't metal, there was no sun glinting off their surface. I was squinting to see what they were, when they exploded overhead.

The explosions effectively demolished the caravan. People started screaming and running in panic. Wood splintered and flew through the air and then imbedding itself in what ever got in its way. Luckily, the wagon I was under didn't get a direct hit. It held up pretty well as it shielded me from the debris, and more importantly stopped me from easily being able to escape and panic. If I had panicked I would have been killed then and there. I cowered under the shelter of the wagon as several new explosions were set off.

This time one went off near me. I was thrown back by the force of the explosion, the wagon I was under shattered and collapsed. I lay there, too much of a daze to respond and try to escape, when a heavy wooden beam that had survived the explosions fell on me. The weight of the beam landed on my right shoulder; pinning me to the ground. Several charred bodies lay scattered around nearby- the smell in the air was sickening.

Vaguely I remember the attacker coming over smirking and say something to me- or maybe it was to himself. It was his voice which prompted me to presume it was a he; up until he spoke I had thought it was a women.

I mulled over what I had gathered of my situation in the darkness. The blond was most likely the person next me. The thought that he was also way above my skill level scared me. But what scared me the most was that I had not been killed like the rest of my company, but taken captive. It meant I had something of value to him. Or at least he thought I did. I couldn't decide whether that was good thing or not. On the plus side, yes, I was alive…but for how much longer once he got what he wanted. Or realized I had nothing to give?

Nothing included my skill as a shinobi. My chances of winning a fight with someone fully trained were slim to none. My taijutsu skills would be weak and slow in comparison, like fighting a slug. Ninjutsu was at a basic level and genjutsu I had never had luck with. Hopeless was what I was! I didn't even have any weapons with me-not including my teeth and nails. I can always bite him.

I gave a heavy sigh, my shoulders rose and fell. A searing pain in my right shoulder shattered my concentration. Damn it- that beam actually injured me! On top of everything else I couldn't use my dominant arm! I must have committed dozens of murders in a past life; because while good fortune always eludes me misfortune never seems to miss.

Half of me wanted the blondie to wake up, half of me was hoping he wouldn't. I sat there, glowering at his sleeping figure in the increasing morning light. I probably should have been making an escape attempt or working on removing the blindfold...I didn't. All I did was pout in the dark trying to pin someone to blame for my misfortune.

I had pinned three things- and was thoroughly annoyed at three things- by the time whoever it was next to me woke up. One was the paid shinobi escort our trading caravan had employed – they didn't do a thing in the end; I could have been more useful. Next was myself for (not the first time) ever being lazy when I was fourteen and deciding that being a ninja required too much effort and pain on my part. And lastly was the obvious; who ever attacked and kidnapped me. And now that attacker was (groggily by the sounds of it) starting to rejoin the world of consciousness.

"Looks like your already awake then, hm"

My body went into lock down. I forced my head to not involuntarily swivel toward his voice- definitely a he unless they were faking their voice. I was going to ignore him for as long as possible.

"I'm surprised, hm! You haven't tried to run off at all." I could almost hear the smirk in his voice "Not that I mind though, hm."

Mentally I kicked myself for being a good, cooperative captive. By then I had decided by then that I had to put up some sort of fight. If they were going to be hold me captive I was going to try to make myself into the biggest and most annoying problem they would ever face.

-----End-----

----- Word Count: 1,587-----

A/N: Hey, everyone! Thank you for reading this far. I hope you enjoyed it and will read the rest of my story! And of course reviews are still nice to read.

Almost forgot! Any chapter with a title and word count I have gone back and edited. Of course there will still mistakes, but hopefully there's a lot less! Oh, and special thanks to Thumper for helping with edits!

-Terrier